I have a very cute daughter. Here's proof:
I can't believe she's already a year old! At this rate, she's gonna be two soon. And then three, and then she's off to college.
Speaking of college. I ran into this video while I was looking for the other one. It's my former roommate playing a nice polka. He's a talented guy. Enjoy:
Monday, May 20, 2013
I have a very cute daughter. Here's proof:
Posted by Matt Haggard at 8:00 AM
Saturday, March 23, 2013
...priestcrafts are that men preach and set themselves up for a light unto the world, that they may get gain and praise of the world; (2 Nephi 26:29 in the Book of Mormon)
Posted by Matt Haggard at 10:53 AM
Monday, March 4, 2013
Throughout most of one of last week's dreams, I was carrying a pistol around. On the back of the pistol was a white switch that let me toggle between "Altoids" and "pistol." Apparently, the pistol could either dispense Altoids or fire bullets. It was a very frustrating weapon. I never used the gun for shooting or for freshening breath because I couldn't bring myself to pull the trigger while pointing at my hand (waiting for an Altoid), and I was embarrassed to fire at criminals (what if an Altoid came out instead?).
Yesterday, I was skimming through the pictures in President Hinckley's biography when I happened upon a picture of Elder Neal A. Maxwell when he was called to be an Apostle. I instantly missed him -- what an exceptional man! And then, Elder Bednar spoke about him last night in the CES Fireside. Here is the last talk Elder Maxwell gave in General Conference:
Posted by Matt Haggard at 7:37 PM
Saturday, January 5, 2013
While we were visiting family in Florida for the Holidays, Alicia showed us her garden. She had tomatoes, lettuce, blueberries, beans and a weed. She asked, "How's your garden doing?" forgetting, I think that we live in Utah.
Our garden this year got a late start. These little guys showed up in July:
Posted by Matt Haggard at 7:50 PM
Monday, November 12, 2012
Mia Love recently lost to Jim Matheson in a Utah congressional race.
One day last week while we were eating, Christy said out of the blue: "Mia Love's coming over to feel Madeleine's hands."
I muddled around in my head trying to figure out how we knew Mia Love... and why she was coming over to our house to feel our baby's hands.
Then I realized that she was talking about a little girl in our neighborhood named Mya, who loves coming to feel Madeleine's hands.
Posted by Matt Haggard at 8:57 AM
Sunday, October 14, 2012
This is supposed to be this blog's one hundredth post. However, after deleting all the unpublished drafts, it turns out that this is only the 95th post. But such a mistake plays nicely into:
Is there something intrinsic in push-ups that demands we do multiples of 5? Is there a physical limit built in to the body that prevents it from running a mile in 240 seconds?
I've come up with several reasons why I think we like roundish numbers:
1. It looks nice (seeing the odometer roll over to 1,000,000 just looks fun)
2. Roundish numbers tend to have shorter names: one hundred, ten, one thousand, quarter century.
3. Math is a little easier on some roundish numbers.
The year is ending soon (we're in the 10th month), which means it will be time for people to start talking about resolutions. I challenge you to make non-roundish resolutions. Resolve to lose 3.4 lbs (or gain 7.6). Resolve to run 0.4 miles every day. Actually, instead of resolving to run 0.4 miles every day, pick a landmark and resolve to run to it and back -- don't bring the measurement into the resolution. Celebrate someone being born on a day other than their birthday. They're just as alive today as they will be then (although birthdays are actually tied to something real -- the position of the earth relative to the sun).
I don't think roundish numbers are bad (Remember, I celebrated my 10,000th day of mortal life.), I just think we shouldn't limit ourselves to them.
Printing from the bathroom
Posted by Matt Haggard at 7:52 PM
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
On my way home from work today, I stopped at the store to purchase some baby soap sans scent. I looked up and down the soap, shampoo, deodorant and band-aid aisles for too many minutes, only finding stuff for kids, but not babies.
Posted by Matt Haggard at 8:02 PM
Sunday, August 5, 2012
In church today, a 10-year-old girl talked about when she had just moved into their house. At the time she was two. She was playing downstairs and accidentally set the downstairs kitchen stove on fire. As a two-year-old, she didn't understand fire (so she said). So she went with her mom to drop off the older kids at school. When they came back, her mom, following an impression, went downstairs and, in the words of the girl telling the story, "She screamed." The fire had spread to half the kitchen. Mom put it out, and she was very glad. All ended well.
I imagined little Madeleine setting fire to our house. Right now, her crying is the most unpleasant thing she does. I can't imagine when she starts burning down our house, or driving our cars through walls, or leaving the bath water running, or...
I substituted as the pianist in Primary today. The teacher asked the kids, "What kind of music can drive the Spirit away?"
A girl piped up: "Disco!"
Later, the teacher asked, "What are some things that drive the Spirit away?" Autumn answered, "When someone has worked really hard on a Math assignment, and they've put a lot of time into it, and then you take it and rip it in half."
"Oddly specific," I thought.
Posted by Matt Haggard at 12:48 PM
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Christy brings a lot to our marriage: postage stamps (I was running low), milk for Madeleine, household decorations, love, and a laptop running Windows Vista. How do I know it's running Vista? Because of the sticker under my left hand. I wonder if Windows 7 comes with a replacement sticker.
|Notice the large gash on my arm earned defending Madeleine from a pack of marauding wolves.|
Step 1: Choose some software
- It has to be automatic or you'll never keep it up
- There needs to be redundancy or the same grenade that blows up your laptop will destroy your backup too.
Step 2: Buy some hardwareAfter several days of hunting, I decide to buy one of these Synology DS112j NAS boxes:
|(without the chocolate or peanut butter)|
Step 3: Set up the network
+--------+ +----------+ +---------------+ | Vista | | wireless | ethernet | Synology | | box +( ( ( ( ( (+ router +----------+ NAS | | | | | | lots of bites | +--------+ +-----+----+ +---------------+ _ the waves of _ +--------+ wifi _ | Ubuntu | _ | box +( ( ( ( ( ( ( ( (+ | | +--------+
Step 4: Mount a network drive in Vista
Step 5: Direct CrashPlan to back up to network mapped drive
As a bonus, if you click on the What is a user account? link at the bottom of that window, you are taken through the Existential Wizard which helps you answer the big questions: Where do user accounts come from? When a user account is deleted, what happens to it? If a user account is created in a forest, and there's no one around to see it, will it make a sound when you log in?
Step 4: Mount a network drive in Vista as the SYSTEM user
Step 4 1/2: Schedule a task to mount a network drive in Vista as the SYSTEM user
I click OK. I think "OK" in this context means, "Don't let little red Xs slow you down, buddy. It's OK. Everything's under control." Phew! Had me worried.
This SYSTEM user seems pretty powerful, and I made sure to check the Run with highest privileges check box. But don't worry, you won't be burdened with having to enter a password for any of that. Click OK:
Got it, Vista. Somethin's been tamperin' with Ronald's update. Click OK.
Step 4 3/4: Log out and log in to see if... it... :(I love Windows! After trying several times (not shown in this post) I think the task is running correctly, and logging correctly. In the log, I see this:
Z: has a remembered connection to \\10.10.10.30\acer.bak. Do you
want to overwrite the remembered connection? (Y/N) [Y]:
Hmm... I'm ready for a challenge. Somehow I've got to answer the question... in the task's command... to which I have no direct input. But have no fear! You can get the command's help with net use /help.
See in the help text where it says you can supply a /y flag to the command to answer yes to every question? It's right there, between... the top... and the, uh... details, details! Where would the fun be in documented parameters?
I add /y to my command, hoping that the second question isn't
Would you like to format this drive? (Y/N) [Y]:
Small aside in defense of Windows
Step 4 7/8: Log on again and make sure the drive was mapped.
Step 5: Direct CrashPlan to back up to disconnected, network mapped drive
Unrelated Step 6: Auto-mounting a non-SYSTEM drive automatically, without user intervention, automatically, on login, every time, without fail, automatically
then I double click the automatically mapped, public share drive
Posted by Matt Haggard at 11:01 PM
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Our baby doesn't sleep in a bayonet. She sleeps in a bassinet. It's not her bayonet which is dirty and needs cleaning. No foe's blood soils her sword. She hasn't fought in any battles. She doesn't even have a rifle on which to affix her bayonet. She has no bayonet. It's bassinet, (bassinet, bassinet).
Generous people have showered Madeleine with gifts -- mostly well-appreciated clothing. On one jumper, there was attached a gigantic warning written in both Spanish and English: "Warning: not flame retardant. Loose clothing is a fire hazard." Not flame retardant? What kind of rummy clothing is this!? Can't even stand fire!? How do they expect us to get on with normal infantile activities?
Yesterday morning, after a night of interrupting Madeleine's sleep every three hours by pinching her until she cried, Christy was a little tired. I showered and got ready for work, brushed my teeth, then went to bid her farewell. She was asleep, so I got close, getting ready to wake her gently. All of a sudden, still asleep, she hawked and spit. Like she meant it. She opened her eyes and saw me, then asked, "Did I really spit?" "Yes. You sure did," I said smiling. We couldn't stop laughing as she described her dream, in which she was brushing her teeth. Her roommate wouldn't let her spit in the sink. Eventually, she made it to the sink. And her pillow.
Posted by Matt Haggard at 10:38 PM